Puppet blinks and sheds tears
Xu Chengru was struck by lightning, his scalp was numb, his head was blank, and a numbness climbed up from the end of his spine.
The late night rainstorm destroyed the temple, the dead puppets blinked and wept, all this formed a strange and terrifying picture.
Encountered a ghost Encountered a ghost
Just as Xu Chenghun was flying out of the sky, a flash of light flashed in his field of vision, and a drop of rainwater reflected on the bonfire. It clung to the funny puppet and fell to the ground, harmonizing with the mottled wet marks before.
It turned out that the ruined temple had been in disrepair for a long time, and there was a slight leakage from the roof. A drop happened to fall on the puppet, causing the illusion of blinking and crying. It was me who scared myself. Xu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly froze.
Mr. Miao of the Sihai Escort Bureau in the ruined temple was killed because of the Excalibur Puppet. The Funny Puppet on the Roof Beam is one of the four great books.
The three thoughts fluctuated instantly, and fireworks suddenly exploded in Xu Cheng's mind, illuminating the darkness with brilliant colors.
Could it be that I saw the Excalibur Puppet? The Excalibur Puppet contains two sets of peerless sword skills.
This is a reasonable deduction and conclusion
Dong Dong Dong Xu Cheng's heartbeat quickened and his mouth went dry for a while.
Cheng'er, what's wrong with you? Shang Jiuming has six orifices, has sharp ears and eyes, and a keen sense. He noticed something strange about Xu Cheng.
Xu Cheng was about to tell the story about the Excalibur Puppet, but suddenly the words of his master just popped up in his mind. Every time the Excalibur Puppet was born, it was accompanied by a bloody storm, and many ugly and shocking things happened. For it, a father killed his son. , the son killed his father, some of his brothers killed each other, and Prime Minister Bai knew he was still holding the sword, and he had just opened his eyes, which was far different from the master. After getting the magic sword puppet, the master must have kept it, and he always understood and figured it out, leaving only the leftovers. Leave as little time as water to yourself. Even changing it to sub-licensing is not as good as
Greed is like fire, and a little bit can start a prairie fire. Xu Cheng had a lot of thoughts, and he listened to the voice in his heart in the flash of lightning: Master, except for Mr. Miao, the rest of the bodyguards fell to the ground to form a semicircle. They seemed to want to besiege them, but they were all killed in one blow.
Just one sword. Six masters lost their lives. Just thinking about it makes people shudder. What kind of swordsmanship this is, it is like a ghost or a god.
He blamed his own strangeness on this matter.
Shang Jiuming understood Xu Cheng's mood very well, nodded slightly and said: I have been immersed in swordsmanship for thirty years and I still feel palpitations. I can't compare to it. Unfortunately, my swordsmanship is incomplete and it is difficult to reproduce the mystery of the two peerless swordsmanship of suppressing evil and shocking gods. , otherwise this method is just ordinary.
That's it. Such a powerful swordsman is not fighting life and death for the Excalibur Puppet, which shows that his swordsmanship is still far away from suppressing evil and shocking gods. Shang Lingxi interjected, knowing that her swordsmanship was inherited from the Excalibur Puppet, she is quite proud, and There is honor.
The realm of swordsmanship represented by the Excalibur puppet is like a legend to today's martial arts world. Xu Cheng swallowed, tried his best to calm down, and at the same time averted his eyes. Stop looking at the funny puppet, lest it attract Master's attention.
In the middle of the night, the rain gradually began to drain. Shang Jiuming did not want to cause trouble, so he urged his daughter and disciples to get up and left the ruined temple overnight.
Half a cup of tea passed. A figure suddenly appeared at the door of the temple. He was handsome and pleasant, with a lazy temperament, as if he was Xu Cheng who had left and returned.
He excused himself to have diarrhea and hid in a secret place, then hurried back, fearing that the Excalibur puppet would disappear.
Looked up. The puppet with the funny smile was still lying quietly on the beam. Xu Cheng suddenly let out a breath, filled with ecstasy, tiptoed, jumped up like a swallow, and took the puppet in his hand.
He had just landed, and before he could examine the puppet, his eyes flashed, and a lavender palm came towards him and snatched the puppet away.
Master Xu Cheng blurted out, shocked.
Master Shang Jiuming is actually hanging behind him
Shang Jiuming beamed with joy and let out a laugh: "I felt strange before, and had inexplicable diarrhea halfway through. I have raised you as a teacher for almost twenty years, how can I not make any associations with you?"
The Excalibur Puppet is really an Excalibur Puppet. I never thought that the Excalibur Puppet would still be here.
What he saw was a palm-sized puppet with a long body and a funny smile. There were holes in it, corresponding to different acupoints in the human body. The sword marks guided the corresponding flow of true energy, but the most conspicuous one was Fourteen words painted and engraved:
Tomorrow at noon, at the peak of the sunset, can we meet friends with swords
Every word is clumsy and ordinary, showing a bit of vigor. It makes people subconsciously notice the most basic and ordinary horizontal, vertical and horizontal strokes, which reveals the appropriate strength of the sword wielder. You can raise your sight to take in all these fourteen words. After the word, every stroke came to life, just like the pieces on the chessboard connected to form a dragon, and the stars in the night sky formed the Milky Way, forming a dead end with majestic momentum, soaring into the sky.
Shang Jiuming suddenly felt that he was in a desperate situation. It seemed that a long sword was stabbing him in an unavoidable manner. Cold sweat broke out on his back and his right hand trembled slightly.
Good swordsmanship and good layout. After Shang Jiuming came to his senses, he almost cried out. He felt that all the difficulties and rigidities in sword practice in the past had disappeared. It turned out that this is how the sword should be used, and it turns out that the sword can be used like this.
This is the sword emperor's evil-suppressing sword technique. Shang Jiuming turned the puppet over thoughtfully. Sixteen small characters were engraved on the torso under the jet black hair:
Don't dare or forget the kindness of your guidance. Use your sword to write down your will and discuss the path together.
As soon as he saw these sixteen words, Shang Jiu Ming's mind suddenly buzzed. He felt that every stroke turned into a sword light, which could be as ethereal as the fragrance in the wind, or as fast as lightning and thunder, or as fast as lightning and thunder, or as ethereal as the fragrance in the wind. Rough and clumsy, some smart and subtle, some as heavy as a mountain, some as light as a net, each with its own posture, complex and orderly, contained in the sky, merged in the roundness, like a natural force, accidentally obtained by a skilled hand, the splendor and subtlety are hard to describe Unspeakable.
Sword rays arose all over his body, and cold sweat fell like rain. If he really faced such a sword technique, Shang Jiu Ming felt that he had died nine times, but now he was touched, and all the sword techniques he had practiced in the past were revealed in one move after another. In my mind, I have developed mysteries that I have never experienced before, and I am close to comprehending them.
After hearing the master's words, Xu Cheng broke into a cold sweat and almost lost his soul. He hurriedly said: Master, the disciple was blinded by lard for a moment. He didn't mean to deceive. No matter how you want to punish him, the disciple will accept it willingly.
Shang Jiuming took a deep look at him: It's the father's fault if a son doesn't teach you. Your parents are both dead, and your teacher is your father. Therefore, it's your teacher who didn't teach you well. Excalibur and puppets are things that must be monopolized to enjoy. Is it possible? Once you get it as a teacher, you won’t be able to teach you anymore
After returning to the mountain, I will stay behind for a year. This matter must not be leaked.
Xu Cheng looked ashamed: Disciple, please obey the master's orders.
Looking at his figure with his head lowered, Shang Jiu Ming's eyes flickered, both ferocious and loving. After several struggles, he finally did not draw his sword.
If one of them kills his disciple here, everyone will suspect that he is having an adventure. After all, the two have raised him for so many years and have deep feelings, so they really can't do it.
Meng Qi's consciousness was trapped in the Excalibur Puppet, and he relied on a little induction to know what was going on in the outside world. At this moment, thoughts emerged, thinking about what he should do.
Although I have left a legend in this world, it is still very different from a mark. I have no idea how to turn the legend into a mark yet, so I have to try more and not just wait around to find the right path.
More importantly, his consciousness is slowly being assimilated by the puppet. If he does not break off contact and chooses to return, he may get lost here. Therefore, the matter is urgent and he must experiment as soon as possible.
First of all, the owner of the Excalibur Puppet must be allowed to major in his own swordsmanship and strengthen his own brand.
Shang Jiuming lived alone in a room, focusing on the puppet of the divine sword in his palm.
For him, there is no need to consider which set of swordsmanship to choose as a major. The Sword Emperor has left behind a method of true energy flow that matches the evil-suppressing swordsmanship. It is available both internally and externally, and can be used to improve his realm. The Jingshen Swordsmanship is just A set of sword techniques.
After pondering carefully for a while, Shang Jiuming placed the Excalibur puppet on the table in front of him, and tried to practice while comprehending it.
When he closed his eyes to transfer his energy and blood, the puppet with a funny smile suddenly started to shake, turned over with difficulty, and showed off his shocking sword skills from behind.
After a while, Shang Jiuming opened his eyes: Hey, why is the back facing up
He is clearly studying the legacy of the Sword Emperor on the front
His eyes lingered on the sixteen characters that symbolized the Jingshen Sword Technique for a while. Shang Jiuming turned the puppet over again and continued his previous lessons.
A quarter of an hour later, he frowned, his eyes full of doubts:
Why is it the back again
This is the first time that I can’t always make the same mistake.
The doors and windows are closed, there is no strong wind, can the puppet turn over on its own
Shang Jiuming subconsciously closed his eyes and pretended to move around. He paused for a few breaths and then suddenly opened his eyes. However, the Excalibur puppet was facing up and did not turn over.
I was so addicted before that I had hallucinations and thought I didn't flip the Excalibur puppet.
Shang Jiuming closed his eyes in confusion. This time he really started to practice. After a while, he realized something and opened his eyes.
When he opened it, his pupils shrank violently, because the Excalibur puppet turned over again, with its back facing up, allowing himself to indulge in the Sixteen-Character Jingshen Sword Technique, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to make gestures.
Meng Qi lay quietly and smiled to himself, there is no way you can deceive me.
Shang Jiuming's eyes gradually became solemn, and he said to himself: Every time the Excalibur puppet is born, it is accompanied by robbery, killing and blood. Could it be that it is infected with obsession and hostility, and it is a bit weird
Inexplicably feeling more gloomy, Shang Jiuming couldn't calm down, and murmured: Should he soak in excrement water and use dirty things to drive away evil spirits, or should he use incense to dissolve them
Dung Shui Meng Qi was stunned and decided to change his approach.
After that, Shang Jiuming never encountered the Excalibur puppet turning upside down for no apparent reason.
In the dead of night, he breathed long and was in a dream.
In the blur, a white-clothed figure appeared in front of him, standing proudly on the bridge, holding a sword in one hand, with his back facing him. It attracted all the attention at once, making him forget other things, as if he was the master of this world. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.